The day after Stan borrowed my car to go to his Dr's appointment in town, I noticed a scrape on the rear bumper. "DANG !!! man, what did you do to my car?????," (I'm paraphrasing what I actually said, after all, this is a family oriented blog.) He swore up and down he didn't do it and had no knowledge of it, yeah right, it looks exactly like the type of damage that would happen in the parking lot of a Dr's office.
Fast forward a few days. I come home from work and as usual I back my car down into the driveway. For some weird reason I challenge myself to park the car as close as I can to the fence, in one shot, and not hit the fence.
Then it hits me OOOPS !!!! I check out the fence. Dang, white paint, scraped wood, matches up.
Good thing Stan doesn't know how to use a computer.